Foster, S. Conant · New York, White, Stokes, & Allen · leaf 61
Az up I fly a fathum high, An’ thru a hot-bed sets. “ ‘ Thet there’s a hoss,’ sez Betz tu me, ‘ Az ort tu jine a surcus ; ’ ‘ Lor, Betz,’ sez I, ‘ how green yu be ! I did that thar a-purpus.’ “ I mounts ag’in. ‘ Shet up yer jaw ! ’ Sez I, az down I slid ; Sez Betz, ‘ I didn’t speak ; ’ * Oh, pshaw…
Cycling -- Poetry
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